When first that I married your inconstant motherI thought myself lucky to be blessed with a wife.But for my misfortune, sure I was mistakenShe's proved both a curse and a plague on my life.

She goes out every night to a ball or a partyAnd leaves me here rockin' he cradle alone.The innocent laddie he calls me his daddyBut little he knows that he's none of my own.

Now come all ye young men that's inclined to get marriedTake my advice and let the women alone.For by the Lord Harry, if ever you marryThey'll leave you with a baby that's none of your own.(or "and swear it's your own".)